The first time he kissed me It felt like the world opened up again.
There were no fireworks- Or sparks-
But a glow that rose up And warmed everything it touched, Like sunlight after a first frost.
I felt the part of me that had been frozen So many times it became brittle and sharp Begin to melt.
Like a spoonful of honey At the bottom of a teacup.
I'm starting to believe this winter Isn't forever.
And maybe someday (sooner than I thought)
My fingertips will be warm again.